Ye Fei Ye

Jin Yang received a birthday present at the age of 20. He received a baby wrapped in a blanket and placed it in a box. The paternity test results told him that this was indeed his child.

What? What did that happen? In Jin Yang's memory, he had never had sex with a woman. How did this child come about?

Lin Shenshen had gotten pregnant before marriage and was despised by her family. She had liked Jin Yang for many years, but one day, she disappeared. She would never pester Jin Yang again and stop him from getting close to other girls.

Jin Yang gave the child a name. He realized that this brat was very smart, but his personality was becoming more and more like the girl in his memory.

Six years later, at Lin Shenshen's lowest, Jin Yang found her along with his son.

"I'll find you a beautiful stepmother."

"What about my own mother? Is she not as pretty as this young lady?"

Lin Shenshen picked up her son and kissed him on the cheek.

"Where did this child come from?"

"Baby, let Mommy tell you—you were born in Mommy's dream!" The couple, Lin Shenshen and Jin Yang, kept teasing the little kid.

Jin Yang, "Honey, why don't you elaborate? How did you give birth in your dream?!"



Cannot Bear To Let Go Of My Rich Wife

Percy Stanton lowered his eyelids, meeting her gaze, and gently spoke, continuing, "I didn't mean to hurt you."


Isabel Smith blushed suddenly, lowered her eyes, and nestled in Percy's arms without speaking. A sweet smile curled the corner of her lips.


With that smile lingering on her lips, Isabel gradually fell into sleep.


Percy looked at her peacefully sleeping face, with the smile still on her lips. So beautiful, so sweet...


He was somewhat entranced, couldn't resist lifting his hand, gently touching her cheek, then staring at the moonlight outside the window.


The moonlight was bright, shining straight into the bottom of his heart, lighting up his whole heart, then he saw his heart clearly.


Zhang Ailing was right when she said, when you love someone, you become humble, humble to the point of being in the dust, blossoming.


His heart, once higher than the sky, has already fallen into the dust for Isabel.


Chapter 382: Proposal Gift (16)